We are not afraid; let the night come
Who: Hisashi Shimazu & Tetora Nishizono
Where: Shimazu's place
When: Crazy-backdating to October 4th
Summary: Hell if I know.
Rating: AS HIGH as it should need to go.
Pissant.
So it's not really a word, in any sense, but it captured the very essence of that annoying feeling of being bullshitted from here all the way to next Sunday. Which was a colorful way of describing his mood, Tetora thought, but it wasn't as gross as he wished it was.
The other guy though, now that was closer to how he thought he felt.
He didn't understand why it niggled something in his head every time the guy spoke up; something about him felt familiar. Sounded familiar, but it was more the feeling of the voice trickling down his ears like rotten water that made his stomach flip in a horrible way.
Like he knew the guy, somehow, even if he had fuck-all recollection about him. And they haven't even met yet, not in any way he could recall.
"Stupid fucking drugs," he muttered, as he stood in front of the entryway to the apartment, wishing so much harder now that he was taller. He couldn't even loom over his own shadow properly.
"Oh fuck this."
And instead of knocking, he kicked the door.
Where: Shimazu's place
When: Crazy-backdating to October 4th
Summary: Hell if I know.
Rating: AS HIGH as it should need to go.
Pissant.
So it's not really a word, in any sense, but it captured the very essence of that annoying feeling of being bullshitted from here all the way to next Sunday. Which was a colorful way of describing his mood, Tetora thought, but it wasn't as gross as he wished it was.
The other guy though, now that was closer to how he thought he felt.
He didn't understand why it niggled something in his head every time the guy spoke up; something about him felt familiar. Sounded familiar, but it was more the feeling of the voice trickling down his ears like rotten water that made his stomach flip in a horrible way.
Like he knew the guy, somehow, even if he had fuck-all recollection about him. And they haven't even met yet, not in any way he could recall.
"Stupid fucking drugs," he muttered, as he stood in front of the entryway to the apartment, wishing so much harder now that he was taller. He couldn't even loom over his own shadow properly.
"Oh fuck this."
And instead of knocking, he kicked the door.